Just like roses
Humanly beauty poses
Blooming and dazzling in the cool breeze
Like when at a cobweb we sneeze
Standing not in the way of strong wind
So can beauty not stand harsh a deed
Beauty to age is inconsiderable
Yet, between them existence is amicable
Death may surface to put asunder
If not, beauty must one day go yonder
Left of beauty to be recalled is of yore
The looks of beauty if the mind is sure
if the beauty it perceived was pure
See its disappearance not as obscure
For the death of beauty has no cure
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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